It’s happening again. The rooms are filled with regrets. You hold your breath when you walk by. You spiral down holes of righteousness and wrongs and too late. I know it’s not easy, and poses transition challenges, but a sustainable, and inclusive future, is still possible. You can stop this but it’ll take more than half of you. It’ll take more than hope. It’ll take all of you. Changing, your societal priorities, needs to expand, right now. It’ll take all of you. But we're so very small. It’ll take all of us. Are you brave? Are you willing to take a risk? Are you willing to fight? Are we one?
It’s happening again. The rooms are littered with dust and mirrors. You hold our breath when you walk by. You spiral down holes, impotent of responding, to global challenges.
You’re not looking at each other. You’re looking at your own reflection. You’re making footprints waiting for someone else to clean up. Counting steps. Brushing away hairs. Smiling into your teacups. You think school will help. You think a job will help. You think a spouse will help. You think a new place to live will help. You think A baby will help. You think love love love will help.
It’s happening again. The rooms are filled with bodies. You hold your breath when you walk by. You spiral down holes that have no exit when you choose to not act. The odds are on a knife’s edge. The development, and deployment, of vaccines, at unprecedented rates, demonstrates that you are capable. Arms spread out. Waiting to be crucified. Expecting it really. Who has the hammer? The nails? The guts? The stone un thrown? Who has the chisel? The wood? The space? Who will cover the body? Burn the cloths? Dig the hole? Who who who will help?
It’s happening again. The rooms are overflowing puddles. You hold your breath when you walk by. You spiral down holes wrapped like a present bouncing around in a box. Scratching at the corners to find a way out. Knowing deep down that the only way is through. Squint your eyes. Hide under a cocktail. Lie to your friends. How excessive must the Temperatures go? When will the water levels be too high? Where will you throw your garbage? Who’s funeral will it be enough? How much do you want to live? And who do you live for? And do you understand what that even means?